Chapter 1 Joy

• Saturday Night...
• Kyle was overjoyed with his new-found status with the football team. He wasn't a player, or cheerleader. No, he was part of the cheer team by proxy. He was in fact a theater nerd. He was a part of the school's acting group's technical section. This year he and his friend took it a step further and created a sub mascot for Wiley Wolf, Scruff the Pup.
• Kyle helped his best friend put on and maintain the new wolf mascot suit. He even designed the acrobatic head, so his friend's spine would be protected during the acrobatic flips that were added to the routines. Scruff was there to provide tech support, and acted as a stand-in, an understudy if you will, for Wiley.
• Thanks to his new status, he had one of the twin offensive guards all to himself. He was one of the few students who could tell the twins apart.
• His friend Jedidiah helped him practice his technique Friday after the away game. Tonight's passion, was all for his Karl. This was the day he decided he would give his love his virginity. More than anything Kyle wanted Karl to be his first.
• Every town in the world has a Lover's Lane, a place where the young cruise to be alone with their boyfriend or girlfriend and let carnal things happen. The boys had been kissing and cuddling in the extended cab pickup during the entire drive to Lover's Lane. Here in Glynis Landing it is on a remote section of the Panther Reserve, Kyle's favorite place to stargaze.
• Kyle and his theater buddy Jedidiah were just a couple seniors at Glynis High. The boys had been friends since they were in preschool. Kyle was looking forward to letting Jedidiah live vicariously, through his retelling of tonight's activity.
• He had already apologized to Jed once today for hurting him. Jed was always in his corner helping both he and his father. Kyle felt like shit for laughing at him yesterday. Jed was only trying to help and his best friend laughed at his freak out. "God the guy went through hell and I put him in it again." That thought brought Kyle back to the task at hand.
• Kyle had engulfed the Left Guard's cock down to his balls. The varsity team member was close to releasing a load of teen cum down his lover's gullet. The peaceful night sky betrayed the fact that there was a hunt going on. Tonight the boys were the prey.
• The evening's illusion of piece was broken as the driver side window shattered inwards. A silver-ish piano wire wrapped around the older teen's neck. Kyle swore he could smell burning flesh as the wire dug deep in his lover's throat. There was an explosion of sound as the roof was ripped from the truck.
• Large hands grabbed hold of the young teen lifting him from the shredded vehicle. They threw him to the ground next to the pickup. All the wind was forced from Kyle's lungs on impact, as he watched two others grab hold of Karl, forcing him to his knees. The cord was locked in place. Another locking cord was wrapped around his wrists.
• The leader of the party spoke from the shadows, "If you try to shift stud, you'll be decapitated. You two, hold him. If he does anything trigger the device. Listen close little cub. You can't save your pup, if you are dead."
• The gruff low voice continued, "First guys let's give this 'warrior hunter in training' a real show. Let him see what his pup can really do..." A lusty laugh erupted from the crowd.
• "Strip the pup, and hold him!" Kyle, still in shock over what already happened, finally saw his attackers. When he saw fully what they were, he pissed himself in fear. More laughter.
• At first he thought the attackers were just men on meth or some other drug, explaining the feat of superhuman strength. He soon discovered they were something not quite human. For the most part they looked humanoid, but their bodies were covered with thick fur. Their heads had a distinctive canine look to them, and their eyes glowed amber.
• The monster's ripped the fabric from the boy's body with such speed; his tender flesh was covered with deep red friction burns. While the powerful hands pressed the seventeen year old boy on the ground with such force his knees dug into the soft Earth. The Alpha was leering as he approached him.
• The freakishly large beast growled, "If you wish to live, you will take everything that I am about to give you. If you bite me, if you try to hurt any of us, I guarantee you will live just long enough to regret it and then you will die screaming!
• IF you obey and please me, you just MIGHT live through this." With that the creature wiped Kyle's mouth with its eleven inch semi hard pointed cock. It frosted the young boy's lips with foul smelling precum.
• The voice growled, "You're gonna suck my dick little puppy. You're gonna have my cock between those sexy puffy lips!" The Alpha announced matter-of-factly, just as if he was saying you're going to breathe air.
• Kyle had recovered, and apparently lost his mind in the process. He yelled, "Suck your own dick, asshole!"
• That was the wrong thing to do, the Alpha's mouth drew up into a tight smile... he connected a firm back hand slap to Kyle's cheek. It was a hard slap, the force made Kyle's head bounce against his shoulder.
• "Get busy on my cock now boy!" The Alpha's voice was measured but firm, his hand flew again, another back handed slap. This time it was so hard that spit flew from Kyle's mouth, and split his lip.
• Kyle looked towards Karl; his eyes had a plea for help that couldn't come.
• "For the very last time slut, suck it... NOW princess!" the Alpha looked down at where Kyle knelt before him. He clenched his fist, ready to strike.
• Kyle had pretty full lips for a guy. They looked even better with a hard cock between them. Karl could see the Alpha's shaft; he watched it grow firmer as Kyle gingerly sucked on the head. The beast had a huge cock, not only long but unimaginably thick. Kyle's lips were stretched around it with such force they first turned white and then bluish as the blood was pressed out.
• This was something Kyle had never expected to see. He choked but he didn't really have much of the big prick in his mouth, he was gagging at the taste.
• Kyle's mouth was stretched horrifically wide; his eyes were squinting and watering as he rolled his head back and forth, hopelessly fighting to take another fat inch. A strong hand grabbed the back of his neck and the beast began to fuck his face, slowly at first, then harder and deeper with each stroke.
• The teen boy gagged and sputtered, slurping off and plunging back on, matching the rhythm of the Alpha's hips with Kyle's head.
• "Yeah, that's it. Mmm, damn boy" he muttered down at the teen, pursing his lips and thrusting his hips forward, "Make it nice and wet boy, you'll need it later." Kyle was gagging and choking as the beast rammed his freakish rod down into the young throat.
• Kyle snorted, snot running from his nose as spit drooled out the sides of his mouth as the now hard seventeen inches forced it's way further down. Kyle looked down his shaft; his fur covered scrotum with its plump balls was still a foot away. He was crestfallen when he realized, he wasn't even halfway down and was already choking to death on it.
• Kyle looked up at him, his face now turning a shade of dark scarlet, throat convulsing madly. His body was desperately struggling to expel the oral invader to get a breath of air. The monster wishing to prolong the torment pulled out with a loud sucking sound. His monster cock jutted out into the air, thick and slimy, streams of saliva and deep throat mucus dangling off it dripping on the teen and the ground.
• "Hell yeah cock slut, now you are learning to suck a REAL dick not just that boy's tiny twig." The monster said pointing at Karl's bound angry form. The beast ran a tight fist down his shimmering pole in long strokes. He slid the boy's gooey spit down the meaty shaft to his nuts.
• "Get back to working on this cock boy... Remember, do it as if your lives depend on it...", he said, tilting his hips so that his cock waved back and forth in front of Kyle's face lazily. "... because they do boy." Kyle's own cock betrayed him, as it too was leaking precum as he looked up at his attacker.
• Kyle had cock slobber running down his chin. The monster looked back down deep into his prey's eyes, "Back at it boy, your night is just beginning. A lesson must be sent." Kyle's mouth fell open in resignation of his fate. The Alpha's cock returned to its last depth.
• "That's it. You're a surprisingly good little cocksucker... for an omega boy. You're going to catch my nut butter soon." He growled as he slammed balls deep in the teen's mouth. The Alpha's tennis ball sized nuts bounced against Kyle's chin, as his lips made contact with the beast's swollen knot.
• The rape of his throat came to an end a little short of ten-minutes after it reluctantly began. The Alpha started to grunt and his whole body seemed to stiffen up, his thrusts becoming jerky and spasmodic. Kyle felt the monster's huge nuts draw up.
• Mentally he braced himself for this final humiliation, hoping against all, this was the end. Kyle felt the beast's cock sliding from him as it burst into action spurting a hot burst of thick, creamy cum in his throat and mouth. It spewed across his tongue and hit the back of his throat.
• He gagged again and struggled to get his mouth free but the Alpha and the pack held the boy in place and continued to pump his salty cum deep into his mouth until he had emptied his balls into his unwilling plaything's mouth. He finished by slapping his messy dick a few times against Kyle's lips and then he stood back to allow the spectator's to get a few post oral pictures.
• "Oh yes, you liked that didn't you boy? Look at him, he is in his glory. This is the first time he's sucked a real cock. I think he wants more don't you?"
• Kyle wiped the cum from his face as he spat out the wad that was left in his mouth. The beast slapped him again, "That was the wrong thing to do with MY precious gift to you boy! You still have so much to learn..." He leered at his minions. "Entertain him for me boys, I need to have words with this 'hunter in training.'"
• Before he could fully wrap his head around what had just occurred, the larger of the two beasts holding him down lifted him up off the ground. It threw Kyle over his shoulder like a sack of feed. He walked to a nearby fallen large tree trunk and threw the teen, stomach first down, over the fallen oak.
• Again the air was forced from his lungs. While he struggled to regain his breath, powerful hands made quick work of securing his hands and feet to stakes embedded in the ground.
• While the others took time using his now stretched throat, the beast sitting behind him started to finger the teen's ass. He used his cock slime and spit covered fingers to coat the virgin teen's whole. It was to be the only lubricant for the teen's passage. He felt the creature's long nail scratch at the tender flesh inside of his hole.
• Kyle still didn't know what they were going to do, but the teen's worst fears were realized when the guy's cock started to push in between the teen's ass cheeks. Kyle screamed as the monster cock reached the teen's rosebud, fearing that it would rip him up. The searing pain was blinding, as the teen's rapist slammed balls deep inside him.
• He then started to move inside him, slowly at first, then picking up speed and power. It shouted in an odd accent, "Boss, I thinking guy WAS virgin!" He leaned forward to grab the teen's shoulders. The pain was still bad, but as the teen's poor abused ass was becoming used to the invasion, it slowly turned to something approaching pleasure.
• Pleasure at least until the beast's knot swelled on the inside of his rim stretching the passage to an unbelievable width, locking rapist and victim together.
• After fifteen minutes of solid banging, Kyle heard the beast gasp as he unloaded his cock deep inside him. As soon as he dismounted, his place was taken by a guy with a longer but slimmer cock. He was rubbing his weapon up against the teen's prostate, which caused him to get a rock solid erection. He lasted about ten minutes before cumming, and being replaced by the third furry rapist.
• The last guy was the pack Alpha. He actually showed his prey his cock had fully recovered before he mounted the teen slumped across the tree stump; it was huge, bent, and ugly it brought back the teen's fears about being split open.
• By that time Kyle was aching with the non-stop ass fucking. Kyle could feel his anus tearing. After he had added his sperm to what felt like gallons leaking from the teens abused bottom, they cut the bindings and pulled him up off the tree stump.
• Just a few hours ago Kyle was dreaming of being opened by his dream stud. Now Kyle could hardly walk, he just moved like he'd been riding a stallion non-stop for six days straight. The teen's ass was so battered; sore and stretched Kyle thought a bus could drive up it and not have to pull in the mirrors. Blood, cum and shit seeped from the now gaping hole then oozed down the teen's thighs.
• Kyle thought that his humiliation was finally over but the teen's tormentors saw that Kyle had got a hard on, and insisted that Kyle jerk himself off in front of his almost lover. He stood there surrounded by the five wolf-like beasts who had just gang raped him. His sweet Karl was kneeling and bound in front of him, while he jerked himself.
• After spraying his load all over the Offensive Guard's face the gruff leader took control of the garrote.
• "That's enough fun boys. Now it's time to send the message..."
• With one quick move the alpha member drew up hard on the garrote. He pulled so hard the silver garrote severed the head from the teen ball player's body. Several streams of blood spurted from the torso like a macabre fountain bathing Kylie as he shrieked "NO!" Then the athlete's heart beat no more.
• "For the record boy, that wasn't the message... you are. You boy touched and harmed that which is mine alone, bought and paid for. This can never be tolerated or forgiven."
• With a nod of the alphas head the other four lycans pulled each of the boys limbs until they were severed from the torso, Kyle's shrieks filled the night, as the wolf beasts howled. As the teen breathed his last, the alpha knelt over Kyle's chest. Dipping his nail in the boy's own blood pool he wrote, "See you soon, my little soul!"
• Sunday Afternoon... ...
• Jedidiah T Glynis "the fifth" was quaking as his father called him into the living room. His family and all but a few friends called him Quin. It was the family's way of acknowledging though he was the "fifth" to carry the name; he would still have his own identity.
• If you're a Glynis in Glynis Landing it goes without saying, everyone knows your business. The Glynis clan had been the soul of the community forever. The family has the largest farm and real estate holdings in Travis County. Even still the family holdings were hit hard by the financial downturn when the real estate bubble burst and a few family tragedies compounded things. Even still the family lived up to its motto "Survive and Thrive." Jedidiah's grandfather was able to rebuild and expand the family's portfolio just before he died earlier this year.
• Jedidiah had just moved back in with his father and mother after three years of caring for his aging grandfather. The boy had been forced to carry secret upon secret. Everyone respected his father as much as they feared his grandfather, Papa Quade. If only everyone knew how right they were to fear the old man.
• Unlike the rest of the family Quade had a vision for Travis County. That vision had very little to do with agriculture and preservation. Simply put he saw dollar signs. He saw people wanting to flee Miami, Orlando and Tampa for some peace in the country. Each having their own little half to five acre lot of developed suburban paradise at a price. Thankfully for the county he died before he could fully execute his vision.
• Jedidiah was the youngest member of his family's line, and everyone wanted to know who he would take after. Jedidiah had just emerged from a personal hell that lasted years and ended mercifully with the death of Papa Quade. Only three other people had known part of what had happened, the Sheriff, Jed's mother and his best friend Kyle.
• Of all the things that were bothering Jed now, the biggest source of concern for the boy was living up to his father's vision for him. Jed knew he would fall well short of that vision.
• It was a family tradition on his father's side that every other generation the grandfather's name would be cursed upon the first born male child. The burden and legacy involving the name he shared with his grandfather and his forebearers was so heavy. Jedidiah was named after the family company's founder; his father was named after the original settler who founded the town.
• In his Papa Quade's eyes there was never any doubt as to the direction Jedidiah would go. From the time of his conception to this point in his life all was following the family's predetermined path for him.
• Far from the rugged good looks of his father and Papa Quade; Jedidiah had been a sickly child. So sick he spent his fourth and fifth birthday in the hospital, starting school a year late. He jumped straight into the first grade.
• Jed's physique favored his mother. He was softer, slim, five feet six inches tall. Still he had his father's dusty blonde hair and blue eyes. In addition to his frame, he shared many of his mother's gifts. To the world he looked antisocial, shy and struggled to form relationships... at least with most humans. Jed was the kind of boy that if he went to a party, a rare occurrence, he was more likely to make friends with the host's dog or cat.
• Jed's mother, Hachi Glynis was Buck Glynis's first act of rebellion. He rejected the southern belle his father chose for him and married from his heart. Buck had no desire for useless people. He fell in love with Hachi watching her field dress a deer she and her father dropped during bow season. Six months later they were husband and wife, eight months after that Jed was born.
• Buck's choice of following is heart over his father's wishes cost him his share of that inheritance. The only thing he was bequeathed from HIS grandfather was the orchard and farm land. It too was lost during the economic crash, and citrus canker blight. Buck had to make a deal with the devil to get it back. His Faustian deal cost him almost three years of his son's life.
• As a result, it would be Jedidiah who would get control of the remainder of the land and business holdings. The estate would be held in trust until Jedidiah's twenty-first birthday. The company who ran the trust was out of Miami, and was unknown to Buck. Each month the boy would receive a large stipend from the estate that Buck insisted he bank for the future.
• This Monday was yet another turning point in Jedidiah's life. This was the moment everything started to change again. This was the day his father knew there would likely not be a Jedidiah the sixth.
• Jed heard what the sheriff had just said... Jed was accidentally outed by Sheriff Duach "Dutch" Blaidd. But the father's questions about Jedidiah's sexuality had to wait; the Sheriff was here on official business.
• Two boys had been found dead this morning viciously murdered by some psychopath or psychopaths. It was Karl McCormick from the varsity football team and Kyle Jennings. The McCormick twins were two of the jocks who looked after the weaker kids in school. Jed liked them both.
• Harder to accept was Kyle Jennings; a fellow theater nerd and lifelong best friend to Jedidiah. The boy had been seen arguing with Jed Friday in the student's parking lot after the away game. As part of the investigation Sheriff Blaidd made contact with the Glynis family. The sheriff also knew it was a small County and the boys had been close friends, he wanted to be the one to notify Jed. Jed always was his special case.
• When all was done the sheriff excused himself. Hachi Glynis attempted to assuage her husband's state of shock. As the sheriff departed, he noticed the boy slip out the back door. "I'm sorry Jed. I didn't know that they didn't know. You know the last thing I ever wanted to do was to make your life any more difficult."
• "It's not your fault sir, I own this. I should have told them. I knew dad would react like that. The family legacy is everything to him. It's kind of why I never told him about Papa Quade. That's a conversation I don't even know how to start. Above everything a boy needs to be able to look up to his father. How can I take that from him?"